How could he?
Shaking hands began to roughly fold his clothes in familiar patterns as Suho stood at the edge of his bed, pile of his own laundry scattered around the sheets.
Are we not good enough for him? Do our efforts mean nothing?
Anger, confusion, and hurt seethed in him as memories of the morning papers headlines flashed in his mind, the bitter taste of coffee still fresh in his mouth, reminding him of more than his breakfast. Never had he thought he’d be seeing those words for a second time but there was no mistaking his eyes. The bold prints don’t lie.
[ BREAKING] EXO’s Luhan filed to nullify contract with SM ENT.
His fingers gripped onto the cotton plaid shirt he was folding so hard his knuckles turned white.
Couldn’t even hear it from his own mouth.
He had never wanted to believe the rumors that were floating around the company halls. Always had he trusted his members with open arms to disclose information with him freely. If something were to happen he’d know, he was sure of it. Whenever he checked up on them, it was always the same answer. “Doing good hyung, don’t worry”, “Suho everything is fine promise”. Maybe not everyone was comfortable but he trusted that if it was at least about the group’s matters he would know.
..our dream..slowly becoming ruined..
There was a soft padding noise behind him, a person approaching probably to get something, and he slowly snapped out of his train of thought. Of course he had to put on a show like he was being normal. He had to be strong for them. He was their leader. He had to remember that. Even as his pale fingers began to fold once more, his mind did not stop whirring with thoughts that could not be stopped.
Blind trust makes a fool out of you.
The whole way back from the law office to the SM building, Luhan had felt strange; could it have been that he was just too scared to admit that he wanted out? Or maybe, it was the multiple reasons and excuses alike that would make his members look down upon him for doing something without really speaking to anyone about it. The rest of the members held on to that hope that he would recover from his illness quickly and continue his work as he always did, but it was inevitable. That was a few hours ago. Afterward, he’d returned to the building briefly to explain the situation to a few people who asked to try to confirm the rumour; he neither confirmed, nor denied it, under the instruction of the lawyer. He returned to the dorms not too long before he walked into Sehun and Junmyeon’s room to tell the news to Sehun. He felt most comfortable with telling him first before his other members, because he was fearing the reaction of his other ten members.
Luhan knocked quietly on the doorway, clearing his throat as he stepped inside, eyes down at his feet to fix his hair for a moment, “Sehun-ah,” He paused, looking up with a half-hearted smile; to his surprise, and his bad luck, his eyes rested on his leader. Any sort of smile he’d held feigned into a frown, and he gently grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, gripping on to it to calm his sudden nerves that unsettled him greatly.
“Oh… Suho-ah, hello. How are you doing today?” The look on his face had “guilty” written all over it, and that was very apparent. With every ounce of strength he had though, he tried to secure his now-churning stomach and his shaking, sweaty hands to create a more calm environment; the air seemed far too tense, though, coming from both parties in the room.
“Have you seen Sehunnie?”
